The first blind date I ever went on did not go swimmingly. Whatever the opposite of ‘going swimmingly’ is actually (drowning?), it was that. Even now I cringe thinking about what an awkward sight it must have been for our server as I clumsily tried to stuff the folded, printed Groupon into the check holder, attempting to conceal my frugality by having my back turned to my date.
But I’m over it, and if you’re still giving yourself a hard time for a similarly difficult or embarrassing situation, I highly encourage you to read this book: Self-Compassion: The Proven Power of Being Kind to Yourself. It’s extremely good at addressing those issues of negative self talk which I personally suffer from frequently and I think everyone does from time to time. Just browse over a couple of pages through the available Amazon ‘Look Inside’ free preview and see if it helps. It’s been life-changing for me personally and I’m not even halfway through.
But I digress.
So during our forced small-talk at the intimate, dimly lit restaurant (which was a little bit too much of a romantic setting for a first time meeting), we eventually got to the topic of, “Well, what do you like to do?”
At that point I didn’t really think the date was going that bad, and I perked up knowing that this would be a point of conversation that I would definitely excel at. All my friends know me as a car guy through and through and I felt that being able to convey that I knew exactly wanted what to do with my life would impress the gal across the table.
“So, what is it about cars you like?”
I took a deep breath, widened my eyes and stood up tall in my seat preparing for a masterful, elegant monologue on why I deserved to call myself Carcrazydan. She held my gaze, patiently waiting for my response.
No words came out.
I began crafting answers in my mind, doing my best to look like I was in deep thought. All the reasons I came up with sounded trite in my own head. Eventually I mumbled out something that probably wasn’t that bad, but with so little conviction behind it, I’m sure at that point my date had written off entirely the possibility of a 2nd meeting.On the drive home, I pondered the question over and over and over. I resolved that I would never let myself be caught off guard by that question again, be it someone in the industry or just a random stranger on the street. And here’s the answer I wish I would have given at the time (it’s not as profound or succinct as I’d like at the moment but it’s a start):
I think every man blessed enough to have a fully functioning mind has an inherent understanding of physics (no matter his level of education) and beauty, particularly what I would call ‘female’ beauty.
When we examine the iconic shapes of the vehicles we all had pinned up on our walls as little boys, (and even as grown men) what they all have common is this perfect blend of both a deep understanding of the physical laws that govern our world and the infinite beauty that can be found throughout the universe.
Using cars from different eras as snapshots in the progress of humanity, we see that every eras vehicle’s had their own unique style, based upon the primary requirements of their own generation. And those requirements, however they came to be through the mind-boggling number of inter-related events leading up to that point in human history – the Butterfly Effect compounded over thousand and thousand of years – shaped and were embodied in the automobiles of each different era, creating a certain type of aesthetic pleasingness which will never be repeated again.
“So Esther, what is it you like about acting?
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